Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 94

Yvonne was still clearing the fruit peels off the table when she heard someone trying to strike up a conversation. Instinctively, she glanced up.

It was the man she’d accidentally bumped into earlier.

Not wanting any trouble, Yvonne just looked at Kent for a brief moment before returning her focus to her work. Even though her job was nothing glamorous—just a humble cleaning gig—she carried it out with meticulous care, wiping the surface spotless, every motion precise and orderly.

In a room full of high society types, she was like a breath of fresh air—calm, unhurried, and quietly dignified. She gave Kent the courtesy of a polite glance but kept her distance, not taking the bait.

Across the room, Marico, surrounded by a group of friends and admirers, caught sight of a familiar figure. Once he caught a clear look at those striking eyes and brows, he knew it was Yvonne.

He excused himself, handing his drink to Hogan and asking him to entertain their friends. Then, glass in hand, he made his way over.

“Hey, I’m Kent. Wanna swap numbers? Maybe grab a late-night bite later?” Kent grinned, pulling out his phone and offering it for Yvonne to scan his contact.

The buffet area was nearly empty now. Even with the soft music in the background, Kent’s flashy, overconfident flirting couldn’t be ignored.

“Sorry, I’m working. I don’t have my phone on me,” Yvonne replied, looking him in the eye as she turned him down.

Most people would take such a direct rejection as a cue to back off, but Kent was the type who only got more interested when someone wasn’t impressed.

“No worries, I’ll wait for you to finish and walk you out,” he said, giving her his most soulful, smoldering look.

Before Yvonne could respond, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure approaching—someone with a commanding presence.

Marico had overheard the exchange. He strode forward and, with one hand, clamped down on the back of Kent’s neck.

The cocky playboy instantly lost his swagger, looking like he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

“Are you out of your mind? Hitting on someone right in front of me?” Marico’s tone was icy, radiating authority.

“Hey, easy, man! You’re gonna choke me!” Kent grimaced, champagne sloshing out of his glass as he tried to wriggle free.

Yvonne wasn’t far away; she heard every word. How had Marico recognized her even though she was in a hotel staff uniform and wearing a face mask?

“Call her ‘sis-in-law,’” Marico said coolly.

That single sentence made both Kent and Yvonne freeze.

Yvonne nearly dropped the cloth in her hand. Just her luck—her worst fears coming true.

She shook her head frantically, her eyes wide and pleading, as if begging them not to make a scene.

Kent looked thunderstruck. “Wait, sis-in-law?”

The words slipped out of him in utter disbelief.

Yvonne wanted nothing more than to stuff her cleaning cloth into his mouth to shut him up. Why did they have to be so loud?

“Um, I— I really need to get back to work,” Yvonne stammered, clutching her cloth and edging away just as Xenia and the others drew near.